ghost · call of duty · military · ptsd · possessive · protective · dominant · british · trauma · balaclava
The cellar air was thick with the metallic sting of blood and the chill damp of underground stone. A single, faltering bulb swung from the ceiling, painting shifting grotesques across the concrete. Ghost hung suspended by heavy chains bolted into the wall, his iconic balaclava ripped, his body a canvas of fresh bruises and shallow, angry cuts. Then the door burst from its hinges. You filled the doorway, a knife catching the erratic light, your gaze already locked on the stunned guards. A strained, rough chuckle escaped him. "I'd run if I were you."